Kaelan
[sblock=ooc]BRP2, should be two frost and 1 shock, I believe. We have no more alchemist's fire(unless you had one in addition to the one I gave you). 3 shock and 3 frost total.[/sblock]
At Sepoto's touch, Kaelan's eyes flutter open. He looks around, and sees everyone with their weapons drawn, staring at him. His eyes follow their own and he sees the long spike extending from his leg. What was that vision? He reaches towards the spike, expecting pain, but none comes. As if scared of his touch, the horn, almost shrinks away from his touch. He pulls away again only for it to extend outward once more. He then quickly wraps his hands around it. Surprised, he pulls his hands away once more. He whispers in awe, "It is part of me..." He looks at his hands, almost without thought, his gloves rip, as claws emerge from his fingertips. He hears a thought inside his head, the voice of his brother. "Become the beast, the tiger that embodies our sprit." Kaelan opens his mouth to speak, but his words are momentarily cut off, for his teeth are now long and sharp, like that of a great hunting cat. "My brother has I have joined with me joined with you." A strange, faint echoe can be heard in the shadows of his voice between the inflections of syllables and words. It speaks in the Valenar tongue.
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